“Why?”
“Because you never know when to let someone else be the problem.”
I thought he deserved one corner of his life where cancer – and I – weren’t watching him.
That decision became the first thing I regretted after he died.
***
Five weeks later, he got much worse.
Sounds like a compliment.
I held his hand.
“You look scared,” he whispered.
“So do you.”
“I’m allowed.”
“So am I.”
The first thing I regretted.
He almost smiled. “You’ll be okay.”
“Don’t say that.”
“You will.”
“No, Jack.”
“Promise me you’ll keep